[Video // Second Transformation]

[proveyourmetal]

[For all you night owls out there, Vanguard decides that now (just five minutes past midnight in an abandoned house at the edge of HospiTown) is the perfect time to voice his displeasure.:]

As you are all my witness, there is nothing here, there's no such things as ghosts, and if this rickety old house comes crashing down on our heads, it's Bumblebee's fault.

[Bumblebee shines his flashlight back at Vanguard and the D-terminal with an amused smile, Vanguard gives an indignant scoff.]

I'm not scared. I'm annoyed

[Bumblebee laughs silently, patting Vanguard as he moves past. Vanguard murmurs irately and paws his impeccably groomed mane back into place. Ghosts may not exist, but Digimon ghost types certainly exist. Even the small ones are a pain to deal with, dispatched with a good fireball. But the higher level ones? Best to stay away from those altogether.]

Can we just go now?

[Bee sighs. Fine, they can head home, if that's what he wants. Of course, that's when the camera catches a glimpse of something: moonlight pouring in from a window flickers on the wall behind him, like a shadow dashing across the light. Floorboards in the distance give off a terrible groan, wood creaking under something's weight. The orb of light from Bumblebee's flashlight creeps down the long, dark corridor. The beam hardly penetrates the stifling darkness to reveal a room at the end of the hallway, its door half fallen off its hinges.]

[The D-terminal's camera starts to shake from unsteady hands. And as camera focuses, two slivers of light stare back at them. Soft mumbling carries down the hallway as the D-terminal's shaking intensifies.]

[Bumblebee, stricken more with curiosity and wariness than fear, takes a tentative step forward. Bewildered, Vanguard snatches Bumblebee's sleeve]

What're you doing-!?

[As if in response to the noise, the two slivers of eyes disappear into the dark. A voice that is neither Bumblebee's nor Vanguard's hisses vehemently right next to the D-terminal:]

-can't take it from me!

[The inhuman noise that comes from Vanguard is so panicked and high pitched, it's practically comical. His flailing knocks the flashlight from Bee's hand, and the D-Terminal goes sailing with it. Both hit the ground with a clatter.]

[The last thing the feed picks up is the sound of rapid footsteps in the dark. The feed cuts.]

Comments

[proveyourmetal]

If you ever end up there, that's one of the first things you should do.

Also, you need to see their movies. Especially the terrible ones.

[oneeyedterror]

Yeaaaaaaaaaaah. Probably not, we kinda slagged things up there.

[HAHAHAAHAHA he's only heard about how bad shit was on earth, so yeah.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Oh snap. This doesn't sound good. Whirl what did your bots do to your Earth.

[Slightly alarmed, here.]

Slagged things up...?

[oneeyedterror]

Yeah, slagged it up.

Dunno what happened exactly just know that it's probably another planet that hates us cause of our war.

[Now Whirl is laughing, because really... A LOT OF PLANETS HATE CYBERTRONIANS, they're blacklisted from the big space council because of their war. IT'S AWESOME.]

[proveyourmetal]

[Yeah uh. Cybertronians really don't have good luck with other planets. Let's not even talk about the one time the Autobots visited this one place where they assumed the Autobots were going to save them from civil war and they had to leave right in the middle of that and whoops-]

That's... a lot of collateral.

The war was chaotic enough with just 5 humans involved, let alone the whole planet.

[oneeyedterror]

Well I'm pretty sure we didn't slag the whole place up!

That and it's not like Earth will be the first planet to frikking blacklist Cybertronians, probably won't be the frikking last either.

[Whirl sounds like he doesn't give much of a care, even though the subject is pretty serious.]

[proveyourmetal]

I figured. But a lot of people must've been involved if the population, knows about and hates Cybertronians. We spent so much of our time and energy in our world trying to stay hidden.

The sooner this war is over the better.

[The war on Bee's side, at least. Since Whirl's is already over.]

[oneeyedterror]

[Silence on his end, although when he reads the part about getting the war over sooner being better?

Whirl is going to laugh, again.]

[proveyourmetal]

Should I even ask?

[oneeyedterror]

Heh don't know, do you really want to know how slagged everything is after the war where I'm from?

[proveyourmetal]

Judging from your tone...

Slagged beyond all reason?

[oneeyedterror]

Nah, more like a bunch of NAI-- [Oh wait, remembers the last time he used that term they thought he meant actual nails.]

More like a bunch of unaligned came back to Cybertron and thought they can ran the frikking place.

[proveyourmetal]

Like there wasn't enough trouble with just the Autobots and the Deceptions in the mix.

[oneeyedterror]

'Cons are easy, just blow off their frikking heads and the problem is solved.

Too bad unaligned can't be handled the same way.

[proveyourmetal]

So it's politics of all things that makes Whirl use kid gloves.

[He's been waiting to use that human phrase, it's so catchy...]

[oneeyedterror]

It's more I'm a bot suited for combat, kid. S'why I left Cybertron.

[Okay not on purpose, but no one needs to know what he had originally planned to do before he ended up on the Lost Light.]

[proveyourmetal]

Oh, that I believe.

You'd probably find politics boring anyhow.

[oneeyedterror]

I found it dull before the war, kid.

[proveyourmetal]

You're not the the first, and certainly not the last.